Night had come and all those who had gathered in my room had left. For hours I lay still in my bed, staring into the air, trying to process it all. The feeling of grief, and loss and confusion was making my head spin. Not to talk of my undead father. The wide windows in my room were open, letting in the cool breeze and dim moonlight. I step out of bed and walk towards the balcony into the breeze. Standing there, I could see what was probably the entire kingdom of Daryn. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I beheld its beauty. How could I have had so much hatred for this place?
“Don’t be so hard on yourself” the voice within me smoothly fluttered in my mind
“Where have you been all my life Gaia?” i asked her in my mind
“I’ve been here. Waiting for the right time to show myself darling” she answers
I hear a knock before my door swings open
“I came to help you pack up your bag for the Training Academy” I hear Yoda say
My mind goes back to the conversation that Frieda and my father were having in the dining room.
Yoda sees the confusion on my face and inhales deeply before explaining
“Every Daryn at some point must go through the training academy, where they shall learn combat skills, and how to control their powers. You also need training on how to connect with your Paliar although it looks like you have no problem with that.”
“When do we leave?” i ask
First thing tomorrow morning, before sunrise.
Before sunrise? I could barely wake up before noon, how was I supposed to wake up before sunrise?
“Why so early?” i ask
“Because the journey is long” she answers simply.
Judging by the fact that I was kidnapped here, I had none of my old clothes with me. “What exactly are you going to pack?” i ask
“Just weapons and a few of my clothes that I brought for you. At least until you get -”
“Excuse me? Did you just say weapons?” i ask bewildered
“Yes i did” she looks at me with a straight face
I silently watch her as she picks a duffle bag from the enormous cabinet and starts stuffing it with some clothes that she dropped on the bed earlier. She unstraps a dagger from her thigh, and drops it into the bag. She drops in 2 guns, a few ninja star blades, some darts, a pocket knife and what looked like a can of pepper spray.
“Are we going to fight bears at the academy?” i yell
“Trust me, you’re gonna wish you fought bears” she answers in a monotone voice.
“Meet me downstairs before sunrise. We will travel with Yohan and Mateo” she adds
Memories of the arrogant demigod i met at the library flooded my mind
“Who is Yohan?”
“My brother, the one who ‘kidnapped’ you” she answers
The beautiful Greek god who threw me over his shoulder. I remember
“H-he’s your brother?” i stutter
“Yes he is. Now get some rest before the journey. You’ll need it” she says before she turns around and struts out
Yoda is everything I wish I was. Not only was she incredibly beautiful. I mean, everyone here is drop dead gorgeous, but her aura was powerful, her gaze deep, causing anyone under her glare to cower. Even though she spoke to me without emotion, I knew that she probably had a bit of concern for me.
I stare at the packed duffle bag on my bed for a minute and then settle back in bed. The events of the entire day flood my mind but I take a deep breath and swallow the tears that threaten to well up. Tomorrow, my new life begins
The cold night air bites at my skin, but I barely feel it. My senses are still tangled with her—her energy, her fire, the way her pulse thrummed beneath my fingers when I adjusted her stance. The way she almost—I shake the thought away. Whatever almost happened was a mistake. It had to be.But as we walk in silence toward her quarters, I can still feel the ghost of her warmth lingering on my skin. I shouldn’t have come to Anoryl, shouldn’t have risked crossing the glaciers, shouldn’t have thrown myself into enemy territory for someone I didn’t even know. It was reckless, foolish. And yet, when I saw her for the first time, something in me stilled. Like the world had been shifting beneath my feet for years, and now, finally, it had stopped.I hate that feeling. That pull. That loss of control.She walks ahead of me, her shoulders squared, but I don’t miss the way she rubs at her arms, as if trying to shake off a chill. Or perhaps something else entirely. I keep my pace slow, my steps
The evening air is crisp as I step into the open yard, my breath curling in the cold. Overhead, the moon hangs like a silver coin, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Yohan is already there, standing near a row of fire-resistant dummies. He looks up at my approach, his sharp features bathed in moonlight. For a moment, he simply watches me, his deep blue eyes unreadable.“You came,” he says, his voice low.I cross my arms. “You told me not to be late.”A flicker of something crosses his face, amusement perhaps, but it vanishes as he gestures toward the dummies. “Let’s begin.”I take a deep breath, rolling my shoulders as I step into position. My limbs are still sore from the incident with Reina, and the memory of losing control is fresh in my mind. Yohan circles me slowly, arms crossed.“Ignis energy isn’t just about power,” he begins. “It’s about control. You don’t just throw fire around and hope it lands. You guide it. You shape it.”I nod, already feeling the heat stir
The morning after the incident with Reina, I wake up to a dull ache throbbing through my limbs. Every muscle protests as I shift in bed, my mind replaying the moment I lost control. The flicker of flames. The blast. Reina’s lifeless form sprawled across the gym floor.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will the memory away. Mateo had said she would be fine. That the AQUAs would heal her. But doubt gnawed at me. I had never felt that kind of power before, and the thought that it could happen again terrified me.A soft knock at the door startles me. I glance at the clock—training isn’t for another two hours. Pushing myself up with a wince, I mutter, “Come in.”Evelyn steps inside, shutting the door behind her. “I heard what happened.”I don’t respond immediately, staring down at my hands. What if I lost control again? What if next time, I really did kill someone?“Arina.” She kneels beside me, her voice softer now. “I know you’re scared.”I scoff. “Scared? I nearly killed Reina.”“But yo
“You’re late.”Yohan’s voice cuts through the training room the moment I step inside.I scowl at him.The ropes of the sparring ring quiver as Reina climbs inside, rolling her shoulders in preparation for me.I glance around. No sign of Yoda or Mateo.“Where are they?” I ask.Yohan doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns on his heel and strides toward the ring, ignoring me completely.I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is? Without thinking, I yank off my boot and hurl it at his head.I don’t expect him to react so fast.Before it can hit him, he sidesteps effortlessly, spins, and incinerates the shoe midair with a burst of fire from his palm.I blink in shock. Well, I guess he’s Section Leader for a reason.“Excellent display of reflexes,” Mateo remarks, entering the room.Yohan’s gaze flicks to him, his expression darkening.“You’re late,” he mutters before stepping into the ring.“She’s sparring with me today,” he tells Reina, who is already strapping on her fighting gloves.“Be my gue
My heart drops as my eyes lock with his.Yohan stands at the mouth of the passage, broad-shouldered and silent. The golden torchlight reflects off his hair, giving it an almost ethereal glow. My pulse quickens, though I refuse to let him see any fear. His posture is rigid, his stance sharp—like a blade ready to strike.“What exactly are you doing here?” His voice is even, but there is no warmth to it. Just scrutiny, cold and unrelenting.I square my shoulders. “I could ask you the same thing.”His gaze doesn’t waver, but for the briefest second, something flickers in his expression—hesitation, perhaps. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. But I hadn’t.Evelyn fidgets beside me, uneasy in the weight of the silence. Finally, Yohan exhales through his nose. “It doesn’t concern you.”His tone is clipped, dismissive.I press my lips into a thin line. “Neither does this concern you.”Something shifts in his jaw. He stares at me for a long moment, unreadable. Then, without another word,
The halls of the academy are eerily quiet at this hour. The moon’s silver glow filters through the arched windows, casting faint shadows that stretch and twist along the stone corridors. My pulse is steady, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched.“You’re sure about this?” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.“Of course not,” Evelyn replies with a mischievous grin. “But that’s what makes it exciting.”She moves ahead, leading me down the eastern corridor where the iron gate looms before us—the last physical barrier between us and the underground chambers. It’s enormous, its surface carved with swirling sigils of protection. Every student knows this passage is forbidden, but that hasn’t stopped Evelyn from trying.I place a hand against the cold metal, my breath misting against the chill in the air. “How do we get past this?”Evelyn pulls out a small glass vial filled with a swirling silver liquid. “A little something I borrowed from the Aqua Wing.” She tilts the v